was
frustrated herself.
“Yes,” she said readily. “Whatever you want to do.”
He laughed, still not moving any further, except to rub his
now moist fingers against her nipple. “No question about what I want to do,” he
muttered as he caressed her, abruptly dropping all attempts at subtlety. “I
want to fuck you. Right now. Are you okay with that?”
What did he need? A written agreement? “Yes, yes,” she said
testily, annoyed that contrary to that bringing him to her, he abruptly climbed
to the side of the bed and got up. “Where are you going?”
He shoved his shorts off, allowing that incredible, hard
cock to spring out, for which she almost forgave him his sudden distance. Then
he rummaged in a drawer by the side of the bed, not bothering to explain.
“Oh, yeah,” she said as he extracted a condom, climbing on
top of her again, pulling her dress and underwear down and off in the process.
Naked limbs to naked limbs, she sighed. “Oh, this is so
nice.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss, which
he indulged her in for a moment before pulling back.
“Wait, let me get this on and then we can kiss all you
want.”
She should have watched him carefully, every experience a
lesson, for how to put the condom on, but she didn’t, some weird kind of
shyness overtaking her. He was too quick about it anyway. Then he was on top of
her again, kissing her wildly, shoving her legs open with his own, his hands on
the outside of her thighs, pulling her legs around him, sinking deeper into the
cradle of her legs.
It all felt so wonderful that she was startled by the
pressure when he started to push in. She knew what it was of course. She wanted
it. But she pulled her head away from the kiss, taking a deep breath to try to
adjust to the sensation. His cock was much bigger than his fingers had been and
it took a moment.
He groaned, continuing to push in, and almost involuntarily,
she put her palms to her shoulders as if she could hold him back. “Stop,” she
whispered swiftly, despite her best efforts.
He did. Immediately. But she still felt so very full. It
didn’t hurt exactly. It just felt…different enough to take her out of the
moment.
“Just wait a minute.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Fuck, she was killing him. She was so fucking tight, her
delicious, incredible tits against his chest, her tight, wet pussy sucking him
in. Fuck. Stop what? He was shaking with the need to thrust all the way into
her. He groaned and realized she was trying to look down to where they were
joined.
“What?” he begged.
“You’re, oh my God, you’re only in a little bit.”
Her voice didn’t sound all breathy and sexy and wild for
him, as it had a minute ago. It sounded…like nothing he’d ever heard in bed
with a woman before. It sounded…worried.
“What is it? Am I hurting you?”
“A little.”
He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Relax. You’re very
tight, honey.” He ran his lips along her cheek, her ear, the side of her neck
and felt himself slide a little farther in. Although he was very much in danger
of losing his self-control, she needed more foreplay apparently and those
gorgeous tits were right there, begging for it. He gently brought his hand to
her breast, flicking the hard rose-colored nipple with his thumb, and then bent
his head to it, licking softly.
“Oh, oh, Brendan…”
He was keeping his damn cock perfectly still, going no
farther in, as he lapped at her, her whispery sighs more like it. And though
she was still tight, he felt her getting wetter and wetter until it would take
a saint not to slide farther into her. But he switched to her other nipple—God,
she really had incredible tits—and worked her further until he felt it safe to
raise his head and ask, “Now, Sophia? Are you ready for me now? Can you take
me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her eyes closed, her head moving from
side to side, her hips even moving a little, damned
frustrated herself.
“Yes,” she said readily. “Whatever you want to do.”
He laughed, still not moving any further, except to rub his
now moist fingers against her nipple. “No question about what I want to do,” he
muttered as he caressed her, abruptly dropping all attempts at subtlety. “I
want to fuck you. Right now. Are you okay with that?”
What did he need? A written agreement? “Yes, yes,” she said
testily, annoyed that contrary to that bringing him to her, he abruptly climbed
to the side of the bed and got up. “Where are you going?”
He shoved his shorts off, allowing that incredible, hard
cock to spring out, for which she almost forgave him his sudden distance. Then
he rummaged in a drawer by the side of the bed, not bothering to explain.
“Oh, yeah,” she said as he extracted a condom, climbing on
top of her again, pulling her dress and underwear down and off in the process.
Naked limbs to naked limbs, she sighed. “Oh, this is so
nice.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss, which
he indulged her in for a moment before pulling back.
“Wait, let me get this on and then we can kiss all you
want.”
She should have watched him carefully, every experience a
lesson, for how to put the condom on, but she didn’t, some weird kind of
shyness overtaking her. He was too quick about it anyway. Then he was on top of
her again, kissing her wildly, shoving her legs open with his own, his hands on
the outside of her thighs, pulling her legs around him, sinking deeper into the
cradle of her legs.
It all felt so wonderful that she was startled by the
pressure when he started to push in. She knew what it was of course. She wanted
it. But she pulled her head away from the kiss, taking a deep breath to try to
adjust to the sensation. His cock was much bigger than his fingers had been and
it took a moment.
He groaned, continuing to push in, and almost involuntarily,
she put her palms to her shoulders as if she could hold him back. “Stop,” she
whispered swiftly, despite her best efforts.
He did. Immediately. But she still felt so very full. It
didn’t hurt exactly. It just felt…different enough to take her out of the
moment.
“Just wait a minute.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Fuck, she was killing him. She was so fucking tight, her
delicious, incredible tits against his chest, her tight, wet pussy sucking him
in. Fuck. Stop what? He was shaking with the need to thrust all the way into
her. He groaned and realized she was trying to look down to where they were
joined.
“What?” he begged.
“You’re, oh my God, you’re only in a little bit.”
Her voice didn’t sound all breathy and sexy and wild for
him, as it had a minute ago. It sounded…like nothing he’d ever heard in bed
with a woman before. It sounded…worried.
“What is it? Am I hurting you?”
“A little.”
He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Relax. You’re very
tight, honey.” He ran his lips along her cheek, her ear, the side of her neck
and felt himself slide a little farther in. Although he was very much in danger
of losing his self-control, she needed more foreplay apparently and those
gorgeous tits were right there, begging for it. He gently brought his hand to
her breast, flicking the hard rose-colored nipple with his thumb, and then bent
his head to it, licking softly.
“Oh, oh, Brendan…”
He was keeping his damn cock perfectly still, going no
farther in, as he lapped at her, her whispery sighs more like it. And though
she was still tight, he felt her getting wetter and wetter until it would take
a saint not to slide farther into her. But he switched to her other nipple—God,
she really had incredible tits—and worked her further until he felt it safe to
raise his head and ask, “Now, Sophia? Are you ready for me now? Can you take
me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her eyes closed, her head moving from
side to side, her hips even moving a little, damned
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